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So last night's dreams involved rescuing Brian May from badger cullers and hiding him in the space under the sofa (leading to Dream!SarahBrownCambridge asking me if I still had a guitarist in my sofa at one point)... ANYWAY. One thing one would obviously do if one had Brian in the sofa house would be to filk Queen songs. Allow me to present Dreamer's Poll:

Oh I used to be your MPUsed to be your pride and joyI used to represent youJust like any other boyBut now you've found another candidateAnd left me like a broken toy

Oh it's someone else you're meetingSomeone else you're votin' forHoney though it's fleetingKnow just what I have to doIf you don't like me when you're wakin'I'll go to sleep and dream that you do

Oh take me take me take meTo the dreamer's pollI'll be right on time And I'll dress so fineYou're gonna vote for me when you see meI won't have to worryTake me take mePromise not to wake me till it's morningIt's all been true

... and it's one of those nightmares that's quite funny when you're not in it, so I'm going to blog about it because that will help me calm down from the panic/frustration I felt on waking.

So I was having an argument with someone I know well in the nightmare. I'm not going to name names because that would be unfair. And after some time of argument I could tell we weren't going to get anywhere, so I asked the person to leave...

Me: ok, I need you to go nowThem: *nod, smile, stay exactly where they are*Me: no seriously, I need you to GO AWAY.Them: Understood. Will do. *Still not moving*After several more attempts of increasing lack of politeness, including begging and attempts at briberyMe:PLEASE JUST FUCK OFFThem: I am doing! Honestly, I don't understand why you're getting so angry *still not moved at all*

This went on for quite some time with my getting more and more scared and frustrated by my lack of control over the situation and utter inability to get this person to leave... OfC now I'm awake I can appreciate the absurdity of it, but....

... last night, in which myself, magister, softfruit and hollymath were going to visit differentcolours in prison. I can't remember what he had been imprisoned for, or even if it was justified, but I do remember that it was a special prison for bisexuals, and that everything in there was ocean grey (or possibly military grey) - the walls, the clothes, the beds and bedlinen, everything.

My brain is doing very weird things of late, and this has been an example.

Last night's dream was the most horrible I have ever had. I was married. Happily, ecstatically, deeply-in-love married. To Gordon Brown. (Here is Gordon's wiki, for those blissfully unaware of his existence: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Brown ) Apparently news has just broken that Mrs Gordon is pregnant again, so perhaps some sort of vibe on the ether is jointly responsible with Miss D's pervy Al Gore fetish for this?

* whimpers *

Thank the FSM for small mercies, there was no jiggy-jiggy. But there was much gazing adoringly into each other's eyes, and holding hands whilst striding confidently across the countryside being filmed by the BBC for a documentary, with Jerusalem playing on the soundtrack. For some reason we also snuck into a church service and were horrified by the bile coming from the pulpit (possibly a reference to Hullfire's recent experience) at which point Gordon stood up and spoke movingly and magnificently about the traditions of liberal tolerance in both Britain and Christianity. As I looked on with pride and adoration...

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